Zhang Lin's Desperate Gamble
So she chose He Shishi, making it her regular spot—dropping by every other day without fail for a shampoo and massage, then heading off to work or home feeling utterly relaxed.
As for money, she truly didn't lack it...
Zhang Lin was a true Shenzhen native, an identity that alone marked her as wealthy. And her husband? He was the CEO of a publicly listed company, with total assets easily topping a hundred million.
So while eighty or ninety thousand might give others pause, to someone like her it was just the cost of a designer handbag—or a single bad hand at mahjong. Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to throw cash around recklessly; she signed the package because Chu Fei had actually helped her.
Zhang Lin had her own troubles, naturally.
Her husband came home plenty these days—playing with their son for no reason at all, sharing dinner and TV time with her, even taking them both for leisurely strolls when the mood struck. Their relationship was still solid. The problem? He never stayed overnight!
For the past four or five years, he'd been sleeping at his second wife's place. Sure, he'd spend three or four nights a month at home, satisfying her properly, but it was all just to keep the marriage afloat and check the "dutiful husband" box. Zhang Lin could sense it: he'd lost all interest in her body.
No helping it. Five years ago, the moment she got pregnant, both families had treated her like fragile porcelain, showering her with top-shelf supplements nonstop. She was practically swishing abalone and shark fin for mouthwash back then. Probably overdid it on the tonics—after giving birth, her milk flowed like a river, so she breastfed exclusively for over a year. The son turned out healthy as could be, but she completely missed the golden window for postpartum recovery. Her figure was ruined for good.
She'd tried everything: weekly yoga, dance fitness classes, custom weight-loss meals, all sorts of therapies and massages...
Nothing worked. Her body wouldn't bounce back, and naturally, her husband's interest dwindled.
So even as he headed to the second wife's bed every night, Zhang Lin could only grit her teeth and bear it...
Truth be told, she'd handpicked that second wife herself back during the pregnancy—afraid he'd stray if left unsatisfied. She pulled strings to introduce a dutiful college girl, someone obedient and trustworthy. Holidays rolled around, and Zhang Lin even invited her over for family dinners. Who could've guessed five years would fly by like that? The girl had only grown younger and prettier, leaving Zhang Lin feeling utterly outmatched. Her husband swore he'd never leave her, so she let it slide.
But how could Zhang Lin stomach that forever?
The moment she saw He Shishi's dramatic slimdown, her heart was set. She'd never had a massage outside before, never let any man but her husband touch her—but none of that mattered now.
And once she felt that tantalizing spark of real hope under Chu Fei's hands? She signed on the spot, no questions about price or discounts. All she cared about was results: Could she reclaim her old self? Could she lure her husband back to her bed?
"Mom, take this list this afternoon and stock up. These are the maintenance products for all those treatments."
Chu Fei typed out a column of items on the computer. "Go for the good stuff—we're doing this, might as well do it right."
"Don't worry, your mom knows the drill!"
He Peiling took the list with a glance. "Mm, I've seen these before—no issues. Though some need special equipment to use properly, and we don't have that yet..."
"Equipment can wait." Chu Fei frowned. "Priority is a new massage bed. That old one's embarrassing—looks way too cheap."
"Got it. I'll grab a brand-new one on the way. We'll reserve that room just for you from now on."
"Sounds good! Alright, Lin Juan, let's keep going... What're you staring at me like that for? Fine, fine—from now on, you get 1% commission on every one of my clients. Happy?"
"It's not about the money." Lin Juan's face flushed crimson on the spot. She grabbed Chu Fei's hand and yanked him to his feet. "Time for facial care now. Come on, inside..."
"Huh?"
She had Chu Fei lie back on the bed, then dragged over a little stool to perch at his head. First came a box of cotton swabs; she carefully dug out his earwax, leaning in close for a clear view. Her warm breath tickled his ear unmistakably. Ears done, she wiped his face with a moist towelette, then fetched a small basin of hot water and laid a clean towel compress over his skin.